Oh man, this is fucking difficult to write. So, last month, three days after I saw her last, my Mum had a stroke, it was such a severe stroke that the Doctor informed me that there was no way my Mum would recover. Three days after she suffered the stroke we made the most difficult decision we've ever had to make and she was taken off the ventilator. She passed peacefully, surrounded by her children. The hospital staff where so kind, helpful and treated my Mum with care and dignity. We decided to donate my Mum's organs and in doing so, her death saved the lives of three people. My Mum was always my hero, but she became superhuman on that day. So, that brings me to my tattoo. The hospital staff were kind enough to print out my Mum's ECG, my tattoo is my Mum's heartbeat inside a broken heart.
